Date: Tue, 14 Oct 1997 18:14:39 -0400
From: Marc Mustacchio
Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW II: EPISODE XXII
JOCKEY HOLLOW: AN ON-LINE SOAP OPERA ABOUT GAY YOUTH EXPRESSING
THEMSELVES SEXUALLY.
Jockey Hollow is a small town of 5200 people located in the Northeastern
corner of Nebraska. Its population is made up primarily of a younger
20-something crowd, mostly gay men who have found a haven in Jockey
Hollow. There is an older generation of people in their late-30s-40s,
and an even smaller teen crowd. The teenagers are runaways from cities
like Des Moines & Cleveland; runaways who have been outcasted from their
families because the are gay. Things in Jockey Hollow are not what they
seem or appear to be. The stories revolve around the principals'
characters, all of who are in their 20s and gay. Occasionally female
characters appear, but they are the girlfriends of bisexual characters.
Episode XXII
Kenny was in the Sheriff's office sitting on a cushion, finishing the
work he started before his abduction and ordeal. He wondered why he
wasn't killed? Was he too old and didn't fit the serial killer's
pattern? Was the killer that obsessive with his murders that everyone he
killed had to be a certain age? Or was it that he was a law-enforcement
officer and the previous victims had all be hustlers? But the main thing
on the FBI agent's mind was what he meant by "The River." Kenny knew
already that the victims were all found in rivers; and he was certain
that the killer knew that Kenny knew. Why give a clue like that? What
was "The River."
Kenny rose. He looked at the clock on the computer: "00:30," he read.
Half past midnight and he still couldn't sleep ... pity. He wondered out to
the lobby where Larry was on the phone and typing at the same time. He
gave Kenny a wink as Kenny passed by and went for the coffee pot. He
still envisioned the masked man and his baseball bat. What did the clue
mean? It frustrated him that he couldn't figure it out. He knew it was
something.
...
Cooper raised an eyebrow at Roy's offer. He nodded, a slow deliberate
nod. Roy smiled and walked around to Cooper's side of the counter. They
embraced and Roy began kissing Cooper. Roy undid the buttons on Cooper's
shirt and rubbed his hand around his nipples. The whole time kissing him
with much force. Cooper reached forward and took hold or Roy's belt. He
undid it and unzipped the jeans. He pushed them down and got on his
knees.
Cooper licked the tip of Roy's hard cock. The cock engorged on touch
and he went down hard on it, sucking it wildly, moving his mouth all
around and licking it frantically. Roy sat up on the counter and leaned
back. Cooper licked his balls, taking his jeans off and then licked the
spot under his balls, that moist sensitive area.
"Oh God," Roy said.
Cooper worked his way back up the meaty shaft. He deep throated it.
Roy's body shook with pleasure, not able to comprehend the level of
pleasure he was feeling. His mouth lubricated the shaft with rich,
luscious saliva, the fluid of pleasure in their case. Roy stood and they
were kissing once again. They feel to the floor in a 69 position,
side-by-side. Roy fingered Cooper's ass with his thumb and sealed his
mouth onto Cooper's hot cock. He deep throated, feeling the hard balls
at the end of his mouth's journey down. Cooper swallowed up Roy's cock,
sucking it at a slower, more premeditated pace, planing each movement
with care. His style was perfect for prolonging an orgasm.
Roy moved on top and began to go down on Cooper faster now, sensing his
own orgasm, he wanted to get Cooper off too. Cooper continued sucking
slower, making Roy feel like he was going to cum, but not. Cooper loved
to tease. He moved his tongue skillfully around the hood of Roy's cock.
Roy trembled and moaned, still sucking Cooper with a lightening speed
pace. Cooper came first, up. Hitting the roof of Roy's mouth. Cooper
licked the slit of Roy's cock and felt the flow of cum flow down his
throat. Both boy's swallowed.
...
Lying besides Nikki's sleeping body, Joey read. He wasn't tired, even
though he had just fucked her. He wasn't the one to roll over and go to
sleep, she was. He became bored with reading and got up. Naked, he
walked to the kitchen of their small apartment. He put on water for tea
and sat in a chair. He spread his legs apart and stared down at the
ground. What was he doing? Nikki was a great fuck, but she was an
airhead. (Like all the blondes he'd been with, he thought, more going on
between her legs than between her ears.) Anyway, he knew that he wasn't
gay, not even a little bi-, if that were possible. He liked getting his
cock sucked, though, and didn't care who did it. Nikki was good putting
out when it came to fucking, but sucking she was a little spastic on.
And besides, she didn't like swallowing. That was the true reason she
threw him out of the tent the night he "witnessed" Stephen's murdered.
The tea kettle whistled.
As Joey rose to get it, there was a soft rap on his door. He poured the
tea and went to see who it was. Who was this at 1:00 in the morning?
Nobody with any good intentions. He unlocked the door and pulled it open
just as far as the chain would allow. It was Patrick.
"Patrick?"
"Yeah, Joey. Let me in."
Joey undid the chain and Patrick entered. He was wearing shorts and a
ReebokŪ T-shirt. He looked hot, but Joey wouldn't have cared. Patrick
liked the fact that Joey was naked.
"What's up?" Joey said.
"You were sleeping?"
"I can never sleep after I fuck Nikki. She gets me all wound up and
then she crashes and I'm ready for another round."
"I was hoping you'd be," Patrick said.
"Oh?"
"I dreamt of you, Joey. I dreamt that I sucked your cock and I couldn't
sleep until I did just that."
"Jerk off!" Joey said. "It often helps."
"Come on, Joey. Help out a pal."
"Not here. Nikki's asleep in the next room. Now go home and jerk off or
take a cold shower."
"With you?"
"Patrick! I know I may have had sex with guys before, but I'm not gay."
"I don't care if you are or you aren't. I just want that cock in my
mouth, that cum in my throat."
"NO!"
Joey sat down and Patrick sat across from him. He was determined to get
that cock in him one way or another. He raised his foot and placed it on
Joey's balls. His toes tickled his pubic hair. He moved his foot gently
up his cock and rubbed the soles against the shaft. The cock grew to
erection. Firm, strong, proud.
"Joey?" Patrick moaned.
Joey didn't know what was going on. He stood up and Patrick got on his
knees. Joey wanted this to be fast and furious. Patrick just wanted to
make Joey come. Joey began slow, moving his hips forward, thrusting his
pelvis into Patrick's mouth. Oh, baby was this a hot one to see. These
studs knew what they were doing. Joey fucked the pizza boy's mouth hard.
Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Patrick sensed the pending orgasm
and eased off. He has better plans for where Joey's cock should. He spun
around and got into a fetal position. Joey was so into the sex, he
pulled down Patrick's shorts and tossed them aside. He spread apart
Patrick's ass cheeks and spit on his cock. He stroked it in and inserted
the cock, tip first. Joey smiled at the prospect of fucking Patrick.
Joey put an inch in and then pulled out, putting another inch in upon
re-insertion. The third time, he put the whole rod in, slamming it to
the hilt. Patrick tried to contain his moans, for fear of Nikki. He did
and Joey fucked him relentlessly now. Going in and out, grinding his
hips inside the ass. Patrick wasn't tight, but he sure felt it. It sent
shock waves through his system, forcing him to come. Joey fucked and
continued to fuck.
"Oh, God!" Joey said.
"Shoot it!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!"
"Shoot it in me!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Joey shot the first wad inside Patrick's
ass. The force of the cum shot forced him to pull out and Joey shot the
second wad in the air. The third and fourth shots went on Patrick's
back. Joey took a breath, composing himself. Patrick turned and stood;
the come ran down his back and between his ass cheeks. He knelt and
licked the excess off of Joey's dripping cock. Joey flinched back
because he felt the after-orgasm sensitivity. He sighed.
"Thanks!" Patrick said. "I needed that."
"Me too."
"I feel good!"
"Me too."
"Cool."
...
It was 8:00. Maggie's was crowded with its normal breakfast crew. Kenny
was at a table alone reviewing some files he was going to fax over the
the Bureau later today. Seated behind him were Nikki, Joey, Roy, and
Patrick. A highly unlikely foursome. The waitress brought Kenny his
coffee.
"I was on the Internet last night," Patrick said.
"You got in going?" Roy said.
"Yeah. It's cool."
"Chat with people?" Joey asked.
"Yeah. There's this program called Internet Relayed Chat (IRC). It's
totally cool. There's some 9000 chat rooms, or channels available."
"Sex ones?" Nikki said. Joey glanced at her, his blonde theory
confirmed.
"Yes. The best kind." They laughed. "There's one in particular.
Dedicated to chatting on outdoor sex."
"A Jockey Hollow favorite," Roy said.
"Yeah. It's called `The River.' "
Kenny almost spit his coffee out. He turned slowly toward Patrick.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to be nosy, but what did you just say?"
"The channel dedicated to outdoor sex is called `The River.' "
Kenny smiled broadly.
SORRY FOR THE DAY'S DELAY IN RELEASING THIS WEEK'S EPISODE. STAY TUNED
FOR EPISODE XXIII, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY OCTOBER 20, 1997. THE
CAST LIST PROMISED LAST WEEK WILL BE A SEPARATE POSTING TODAY.